Something From 1978. Friday.

I was there in 1978. A separate story of how SRV (no, not Socialist Republic of Vietnam), but the largest shipyard in Kamchatka (Sudoremontnaya Verf), where all our parents and us (on Summer vacations) worked went on this epic hike to Avachinsky Volcano. I will not describe all details of that ascend and the night which preceded it (wink, wink) but once we got to the crater, see it here from 7 years ago:

We had our Elektronika cassette player with us and that is what we turned on--it was the first experience of youth with eternity and state of absolute awe. We always loved Pink Floyd, but at that moment we knew that we experienced more than just music...

It is Friday, ticking away the moments that make up a dull day....

P.S.  It stinks there, bad, with "rotten eggs", sulfur that is, and yet...